Casting Magic by C.D. Gorri

Author:C.D. Gorri
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: eBTT YA Generations Books
Published: 2021-05-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

The Desearo Spanish Heritage Museum of Northern New Jersey was located in Morristown. It was a twenty-minute ride down Route 287 from my home in Montville, but then again everything seemed to be about twenty minutes away, give or take.

I liked going to Morristown. It was large and diverse, full of great restaurants and shops, and it had significant historical value. The town played a pretty important role in the American Revolution according to my history teachers. Over the years I had been on plenty of trips to places like Jockey Hollow, Fosterfields Living Historical Farm, Acorn Hall, the Arboretum, and the Morris Museum. The Morristown St. Patrick’s Day parade was one of my all-time favorite events of the year.

Most of those trips were organized by my school, but a few had been with Sherry or my dad. A lot of the older farms and gardens still grew plants that were vital to many of our Coven’s ceremonies and practices. Most modern Covens have deals with farms like these. They let us pick what we need, and we include their continued growth and health in our services. It’s symbiotic.

Jody drove his motorcycle like a bat out of hell. The biting winter wind whipped around us, but I was neither cold nor scared. In fact, I loved it! The speed and the feel of the motorcycle beneath me gave me a rush. I can’t lie, I also loved the feel of my body pressed up as close as I could get against his.

My arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I don’t know whether it was exhilaration or adrenaline, all I know was I could feel his abs, rock hard, underneath my gloved hands. He was big. Not fat at all, though not what I would call skinny. He was taller and more muscular than most male Witches I had met. I almost felt petite sitting behind him that way and that was saying something. I guess being a Guardian was physically demanding, like being a firefighter or something. Only he put out magical fires so to speak.

I get that I’m bigger than most girls my age. I can’t shop in half the teen stores at the local mall. They just don’t have clothes for girls built like me, but I manage just fine with Etsy and Wanelo. It has been a long road for me to learn to love my body. I still have my moments when doubt and insecurity sink in. I mean really, who doesn’t?

Grazi once told me I looked like I belonged in the 1950s. At first, I admit I was a little upset by the remark. She explained herself by saying she had always been tall and skinny her entire life. She grew up being teased by her cousins and ignored by boys. I was totally floored when she said she always wanted to be a bit more curvy, like me. I guess part of that came from growing up with her grandmother and watching lots of old movies too.

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